The chaos theory [Silus]

So it was the weird dragon booze he had heard about, not that Jordan had ever had a chance to personally try the stuff himself. Mostly because he was never around it, and his moms were for some reason strict about the whole alcohol consumption thing, so there was that and a lot of other stuff. Along with the whole not liking losing control of himself thing that he had contemplated not only a few seconds ago, but then again it had been a time of firsts, so another wouldn't hurt. The male would offer the container to him, shorter male considering it for a moment before nodding and taking it, pouring some of it into it drink and swirling it as if that would help mix it up better, before taking a taste of it. The resulting taste was something that he cpould say he enjoyed, even though it was made from...dragon blood of all things. Humming pleased with the resulting taste, he looked up to Matt and licked his lips.

”I...actually like this better.” He noted with a nod, sipping on more of the drink and slowly beginning to feel the effects. He wondered if it was tolerance for the stuff or the fact that it bypassed all alcohol resistance, but he could feel himself going under either way. With that the dragon would motion towards the fridge where there was likely more, and the young male would approach it, digging through and only partially noticing that something was up with the human...dragon...god thing. Taking a container from it, he looked to Matt with an arched eyebrow, noticing with empathy more than anything else that something was bothering him, but he could not tell what that was. ”Ummmm...Matt, you okay?” Jordan asked not really trying to control the small amount of concern in his voice.

The first thing he heard upon connecting with a hug was a sigh, either one of annoyance or relief he could not quite tell. It was one of them, and if his comprehension was anything, then likely it had something to do with the second one, because an annoyed sigh had a more distinct sound than this one. He would be made aware if he was annoying Zell, or he wouldn't. Sadly Sean was not all too privy when it came to the quirks and such of Zell, so he found himself mostly going off of guesses, and clues that may or may not be what they appeared to be. It might have also been his not being some sort of super genius, but either way this mental diatribe may have been going on for longer than it was needed.

Pulling from the hug, Sean ran fingers through his hair and sighed, looking up to the ceiling and letting his thoughts fall into a small maelstrom of chaos until Zell spoke up. Apparently he needed to go back to the old house for the last fews things, and rather than letting himself stay alone here, Sean might join him on that little venture. A small smirk formed along his lips, as he nodded a couple of times. Taking the hand, and applying some pressure, reassuringly of course rather than just the type that was applied to crush the hand. ”I'm all for it.” Sean said nodding, pecking Zell on the cheek softly,  then standing up and with a small tug would draw Zell to his feet too, or try to atleast.

To say that he was alright was a total lie, but it wasn't anything Jordan needed to concern himself with. the kid feels residual emotion. You're gonna lie to him when he KNOWS better? That's better than letting you get ahold of him. There was a near endless argument unwinding within his head and it gave him a headache as he took a drink of his own Seal before blinking and looking around. The sound of a Guitar made it's sting and people started cheering a little with their "whoo" and whatever else they felt like it. "It will be." He said as Yamm just smiled at Jordan and reached down, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and a smirk and a wink as he started off towards the source of the commotion. Yancey had jumped onto the drums and started with a steady beat that got peoples attentions. With Yancey stopped and a sigh before Silus started into a guitar intro. The intro was easy to recognize, it was an older song but it was one that was known well enough. It was the beginning to "Bleed it out" by Linkin' Park. Matt smiled as he wondered how Silus would avoid the use of the dreaded profanity, especially as the "Fuck this hurts" part came up, but Silus improvised rather well, changing the lyric so subtly to "Luck don't hurt" and no one seemed to notice the difference. Matt smiled at how Silus always seemed to find a way to preserve his own innocence, even when he didn't try to.

The Dragon found himself spawning his tail and sliding down Jordan's cheek and tapping on the shoulder. The tailed slithered around Jordan's wrist and pulled him towards Matt with just enough of a tug to let the person kow and see for themselves rather than literally dragging the kid. Matt seemed focused on the music and his drink as he started a little conversation with Shael, it was almost like this were a subconscious action or thing...the tail was acting out on its own. Matt just about died when he saw the door open out of the corner of his eyes and Zell walked in with Sean.

Zell first noticed something wrong when he saw a bunch of cars in the driveway. Then he heard the loud music and the random people outside smoking weed was a nice touch. Zell looked to Sean with an arched eyebrow. "Babe, when I said I loved kids that didn't mean adopt an orphanage." He said with a little chuckle, though with the reassuring smile and nod he tried to convey the fact he knew Sean had nothing to do with this. Entering was a rather unique sight to see though. Neon colors and blacklights and face paint and Silus up in the front under his stage personna singing a song Zell knew all a little too well. Though he chuckled at Silus' improvisions around the profanity. Zell looked to Sean and sighed with the shake of his head. "Well...I don't know about you... but this is as good an excuse to drink as any." He said, more or less implying his own stance on the events unfolding.

Empathy had its uses, and sometimes it was a curse that he wished that he could get rid of, but this was not a time that he wished he could be rid of it. Something was going on with Matt, but he was not absolutely sure what was up with the male. Whatever was messing with him, the male found himself wanting to help but something told him that he couldn't. Which was not always the best feeling for someone that considered it their lifes purpose to help people, like a bomb that didn't explode or something like that. Well except he preferred not to explode and kill people within his blast radius. Either way he jolted from his thoughts upon feeling the hand upon his shoulder, looking to Matt with a raised brow before nodding. With that done the sound of a drum being pounded on could be heard, and so he would gravitate towards wherever that was happening, and then the whole singing bit would begin.

The people gathered about seemed to be enjoying the singing going on so far, Silus managing to avoid doing the eventual curse in the song his own creative way, which Jordan had to admit was pretty creative, though the people around did not seem to notice. However something that caught his interest more than the music was something....slapping agaisnt his cheek, which came in the form of a tail that had spawned from Matt, poking his shoulder and then hooking around him with enough pressure to show what he wanted. So following the motion of the tail, he scooted in a little closer and continued to sip on his own drink, watching the show in motion and not really noticing the distance now closed. Matt was chatting it up with Shael, but his tail was still doing the whole independent moving thing, which meant that....he was unsure what it meant.

”Well, there goes that plan.” Sean said with an exaggerated sigh, followed by a chuckle as he examined all of the people standing about with a raised brow. Everything was not quite as expected, with the mino concert going on and the teenagers getting crunk, it was overall an interesting sight really. ”I don't know about you, but I never need an excuse to drink. I drink anyway.” Sean said with a smirk and s shrug, taking notice of the kegs and not needing prompting would approach one and pour himself a cup, sipping on it and shaking his head slightly. It was then that he took notice of a certain potato dragon, as well as a little Jordan, and a Shael.”Great party ya got here.” Sean said with a rather wide grin, looking from Jordan to Yamm.

”So, wassup my favorite potato?”

Everything was right with the world, so it was only natural that Sean show up. The Dragon in him was pleased to see a friend. The Vessel just saw trouble and Silus getting busted for being up on stage for this. He wasn't going to move until Sean and Zell made their courses. Zell seemed to stay a little more reserved than Sean. The Tail sliped away and vanished into a shimmering azure powder before leaving no trace. Yamm turned right into Jordan and winced as he let out a little sigh. Well so much for keeping himself clean. Now he had Mountain Seal blended into his shirt. He just shook his head and chuckled. "I should really keep better track of my boyf-s... Keeping better track of my boys is a good idea. You alright?" He asked before he happened to get stunned by Sean's voice. Inquiring about the potato being his favorite or something. Monster parties and all that. Matt turned to Sean, almost wondering how Sean knewit was of his design. He shook his head and sighed as hre stood beside Jordan.

   "Thanks. Silus didn't have any idea until I made it happen. So what's going on with you? Where's Mr.Mopey?" He asked as he draped an arm over Jordan and took a sip from his bottle. Silus moved on to his next song, Welcome Home from Coheed and cambria, Matt noticed it and immedately smiled knowing that this was perhaps one of his favorite songs ever.

   Zell made himself at home, as was his right to do so. He listened to Silus as he turned the line "you're a whore in sheeps clothing fucking up all that I do." into an ever so subtly changed "You're a wolf in sheeps clothing, mucking up all that I do." which made him smile again. He had finally done something right with this family. He did...one thing....right. Wasn't that what made life worth it though? He groaned as his head fell back and hit the wooden threshold of the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Zell's chest began to throb and pulse as his eyes turned bloodshot. A flush of anger filled him a moment but the pain and the rage would subside momentarily. His eyes sweeped the scene as he looked about and began to realize... this wasn't his life. His heart stopped as he felt a whisper from behind him...but it was impossible, there was wood behind him. Finally feeling the weight of your existance. The voice was cold, but it was a voice he knew. He closed his eyes and with a shakey exhale he calmed his emotions. That has nothi-Oh but it has everything to do with it. Look at him Zell. Look at THEM. They are here now, they are miserable. They are miserable because of you.I don't believe it...But that doesn't matter. You see, dear boy, whether you believe it or not is irrelevant. It is the truth, and the truth does not need YOUR permission to be as it is....then that means that it's because of what I've done that--oh no no! Please do not misunderstand me. It's nothing you have done. It's because you exist.What?But of course. You see, just as permission doesn't need your permission to be as it is...neither does misery....and misery is that which follows you. It's nothing you've done, or failed to do even. It simply is. So long as you live, so long as you are with them....they will be miserable.Why? Why!? This entire conversation was only increasing and wrsening the wounds within Zell's heart, the tearing away of his sanity. But now, when Zell's ire was struck the Lych grew silent... it fell silent for a moment as he awaited his answer from the being he was amalgamated with. But when the answer came he wasn't sure what to do.

  Because you don't belong here. And as much as he wished to deny the voice he just leaned his back and a tear strolled down his cheek. He swiftly swiped it away and went over to the fridge to withdraw a bottle of Seal. Everything you've done has only inspire more pain. Inspired more suffering. You could not defeat Raziel, it was an unforseen force which inspired that. But Michael did...he somehow had the power. Sin drew out Ouroboros from you and equalized your powers...but Silus still survived. Sean defeated Thanatos, not you. Silus defeated not one, but two Titan councilors...sparing their lives and now keeping one cared for and well. Shael has overcome his addictions with no thanks to you, they resurrected the little morpher child without your assitance. You are not told a thank you, nor recognized for a very specific reason: Everything you have your hands in ends in certain disaster. Because you do not belong... The voice whispered, fading away leaving Zell to his thoughts. Zell slamed the fridge shut as he sighed and began sipping from the liquid.

    Zell looked about for a moment, making sure that no one was around as he immediately whipped around and began throwing his fist into the refridgerator, slaming it int, one-two-three-foru and repeating the process three times, leaving eight or so dents in the fridge as he looked dowen to his knuckles, blood glistening from the broken skin on his knuckles. Oh he would be fine, there was no worry there, the damage was minimal. Though it was more what the damage symbolized that hurt him. His pride. His honor...his heart. Silus and them moved on to their next song and Yamm still distracted witht he little Jordan and Sean.

Jordan could feel the draconic appendage seemingly fade away, feeling a small amount of disappointment in the action, but not enough to visibly show, just a small amount rolling through him. While it was possible that this was not the design of Yamm, Sean was running on both assumptions and flawed logic, which fueled most deductions that Sean ran off of. Either way he had no reason to stop this party, as everyone seemed to be having fun and he planned to join in on this fun that they were having. If there was one thing that Sean loved more than anything, it was a good party, and so he would indulge in any kind of party that he could, esepcially the drinking that was likely going on in this wonderful lit tle assmebly. Sipping on the beer in his hand, and wishing they atleast had a better brew, Sean turned to the stage where a certain someone was performing with typical lovely vocals.

Atleast Silus didn't get his singing voice from Sean, not that he couldn’t sing mind you. He sounded pretty good when presented with certain genres, and such, but some things he just could not do without sounding ridiculous, and alittle horrible. Sean attention mostly danced around the party, until Yamm questioned about a certain someone, and Mister Mopey did seem like a title that would stick to Zell from certain parties. The song changed, and Sean found himself listening to it for a second before returning to yamm and contemplating an answer. ”Well, he....” Turning around Sean looked for Zell and for a moment saw no one, finding himself confused by that small detail. ”Where the hell is he?” Sean found himself mumbling to himself as he pursed his lips, and hummed annoyed to himself while considering where a Zell would be.

”Anyway, Zell said something about stuff her or something like that. So here we were, and....now he's wondered off.” Sean muttered looking around with the SOLO cup still in hand, then taking another sip from it before nodding to himself.”I have a feeling I need to find out where said Zell is.” Sean noted and turned back to Yamm with a nod. ”So have fun with your....boys.” Sean noted with a chuckle and a wink, looking from Jordan to Shael with a smirk and then walking away; leaving the short male with a blush. Shael however found himself with the same dumb grin that was on his face, likely not understanding the implications given by the Sean that was now walking away.

”Heh, Matt your shirts wet.” Shael noted with a chuckle poking the dragon in the chest with an index finger.

Stepping out from the whole party scene, Sean found himself in the kitchen and sipping on his drink once again. The sound of the music flowing through the room, a new song playing as he looked around for a second before finding Zell standing before a fridge, looking at something. ”Ya know, the party isn't in here.” Sean noted approaching the male with a raised brow.

Sean left Yamm with Shael and little Jordan it would appear as he rolled his eyes and looked to the one whom pointed his shirt and seemed amused by the wet shirt. Of course he'd be poked. Shael might not have known this yet, but poking a dragon was a bad thing on a general basis. True enough, for best friends there is a dulled wrath, but the price would still be paid. Immediately the damp liquid soaked out of his shirt and splatted out on Shael's pants, leaving Yamm to chuckle. "Who knew you were so excited to see me?" He asked with a smile before patting Shael on the shoulder. "Poor guy." He said before crossing his arms with a smug smile, as if he were pleased with himself at that moment while Yancey and Silus broke into their next, and what was apparently their final song.

Zell began to feel immeidately annoyed with Sean. No shit the party isn't in here. I've got bloody knuckles and our old fridge has dents. Do you think I give a damn about the party? Zell gave no indication of his annoyance, he just chuckled a little and nodded. "Sorry, I was going for another Seal. I have a feeling I'm going to need it." He said as he started back towards the party. Temper, temper. If that man you called a father didn't teach you better I know that I had. The Lych sniggered with his usual cold and whispy voice. Zell ignored him and leaned against the doorway as he looked out over the party and back to Sean. "Well...gotta give 'em credit. They know how to break the rules with style."

Within a matter of seconds Shael had found himself with wet pants, and the dragon had a dry shirt, leaving the situation reversed. The male blinked for a moment, looking down to the wet spot, and let out a low annoyed growl at the sudden moisture, unsure what had warranted it but shrugged anyway. Not like he wasn't used to the whole being wet thing, considering his affinity for swimming and things like that. ”Didn't know I was either, ya might have to help me clean that up.” Shael noted with a wink and a click of hos tongue, perhaps only getting back the dragon in his own little way. If there was one thing he was aware of, it was that Matt got all weird when things like that were brought up, getting all red faced and what not.

”Its nothin to apologize about or anything.” Sean noted with a shrug, taking note of the multiple dents in the fridge, and considering the obvious. Unless of course someone else had decided to wail away at the fridge, but then again that did not seem like it was likely, not that Sean was the type to dismiss something so readily. Turning to Zell who was standing at the doorway between them and the party, the male said something about breaking the rules with style. It was something that he had to admit, they did pretty good with the whole party, even though it could have been better; he had no room to complain. ”Leave it to the dragon to throw a good party.” Sean agreed with a smirk, nodding a couple of times, taking notice of knuckles which were bloody and likely still dripping. ”You might wanna do something for those knuckles though. Look pretty nasty from over here.”

"Hey, I've got free time." Yamm said to Shael before smirking and turning to walk away. This time he stopped before running into Jordan, who he winked at before stepping around and heading back to the kitchen to mentally slap himself for feeding the animals. He passed Zell and Sean before arching an eyebrow at the apparently bleeding knuckles of the Archon. He paid no mind at the present He simply made his way back to the fridge to get himself another drink of Seal. His mind began to ramble on as his tail spawned again and began rooting around in the fridge, looking for something to snack on. Zell ignored the potato Dragon as he looked to his knuckles and smirked before he considered what to say to Sean in response to getting his knuckles checked at. He had to bite his own tongue before saying something that was VERY unlike him.  He looked to Sean with a smile and nodded.

  "I suppose I should huh?" Zell asked before giving a seemingly endearing smile and running his hand down his other hand, the wound patching itself up through magical means. He then took another sip before contemplating the responses that went through his head prior. This was so...unlike him. He never wanted to literally berate Sean before but just a moment ago you'd have thought he was PMSing or something. He had to brush it off though, get back on the saddle and carry on with life. "Well, I for one am happy that Silus is getting the positive attention he deserves. Little Jordan seems happy, Fera hasn't killed anyone for incompetance yet. Overall a good night so far. Bet I'll kick your ass at billards." He said, throiwng the last part in there more as a challenge as he made his way over to the pool table, wadgering he knew Sean well enough. He was partially interested though about the whole events surrounding Yamm and the mental turmoil he was undergoing, let alone the tormenting he was doing to the dog in heat and the little "innocent" one.

   Yancey and Silus just continued to talk to people who were praising them, offering friendly advice, the occasional troll, but nothing the young fella couldn't take or laugh it off.

Shael would have reacted differently if he were younger, but then again he was not younger, so he would react as the frat boy he was at this age. ”And i'm always open. He added with a wink, much like a fire that was being fed flaring up. Whether the dragon would reciprocate the feeling was unknown but then again Shael was feeling like a predator now, and Yamm was the unfortunate prey, even though he was the superior predator in this instance. His eyes followed Matt, and noticed that Jordan wa snow red at the face like he usually was when the dragon made moves like that towards him, and that only interested the young shapeshiter even more, perhaps including the little guy in this hunt of his.

Zell healing over his knuckles did some to put Sean at ease, though his knuckles being damaged still made him wonder how that had happened, and then the dents in the fridge came to mind. There was something wrong with the male, but he would have to save the questions for a better time, when they were not at a party, so atleast he did not seem like he was the worst husband ever. ”Yeah, its nice to see Silus enjoying himself.” Sean said in agreement with a nod, smiling softly at seeing the male bask in the limelight almost, arms crossed over his chest and humming softly to himself. With all his son had gone through, he deserved this much, and to see it happening had its own perks, even though he was painfully ignorant on so much. What Zell said about kicking his ass at Billiards did draw his attention, and cause a small amused smirk to form upon his lips, as a single brow raised.

”Oh, you think so? I might have to prove ya wrong on that one Zell.” Sean noted with a chuckle, lightly tapping him on the forearm with his knuckles before pushing off of the doorway. He would move enough to let the little Shael moved past him as if pursuing the hunt, which was in progress, and it seemed that Jordan was following likely to keep him from getting what was his in the first place.

”Hellllloooo.” He said loud enough for Yamm to hear, though the sound in his voice was a strange rumble that resemble a mischievous purr.

Zell had made himself a personal mission. He was going to absolutely crush Sean at this game. He didn't know what brought up this primal attitude he's had recently, but he sort of enjoyed the thought of inadvertently crushing Sean at something. His abdomen seemed to feel like jelly as he began to worry ever so slightly. Amusing how he doesn't help you when you need him. Strange how in your anguish you turn and listen to me. How can you love someone who offers you no comfort? Someone whose spawns have only left you in agony? Because I don't just leave an undesired circumstance because the one I love doesn't understand me. I think of my children and don't leave them and leave my friend to act as a father figure. Oh someone sounds bitter. Finally seen through my haze of memories have you? The Lych asked his laugh trailing off as Zell flourished his wrists and in an instant two billiards cues flashed into his hands. One was a sleek black wood, green flames underneath the polish and a dragon carved into the shaft where his index finger would wrap around. The second was a cue that as more to Sean's standards. It as a technological one, it looked like a highly engineered piece of equipment, much like the A.P.E.X project itself was, and from mid shaft to the tip it as a clear tube with a strange deep purple liquid with what appeared to be a bubbling glowing substance. It looked like a lava lamp inside a pool cue. In an instant the staff dematerialized and rematerialized standing upright before Sean, just as the A.P.E.X xenogens had regularly taken to doing hen formulating items and weaponry.

"You break." Zell said with a smirk as he cracked his neck with a mischievous grin, pulling up the triangle after racking up the small spheres in their designated order.

Yamm would find himself rather occupied though, especially when he heard that little "pur". Alright he knew that tone all too well and he instantly slipped aside with a new drink in hand with a look at Shael. "W-wha? Uhm. Hello." he said as he looked to Shael, partially curious as to what was going on. Yamm looked to Jordan as if he were certain the little guy would have the answer as to what was going on as a sudden color rushed to his face as he caught a scent he recognized. Now he regretted resorting to heightened senses to learning what was wrong. "So uh... Whatcha doing Shael?" He asked as he backed up slightly, finding himself just about sitting on the counter.

Sean meandered over to the pool table, examining it with half interest and perhaps just admiring the finish or something along those lines.. Alright, he was just trying to remember how this game worked, as he had not really played it a lot in his rather short life, so he found himself at somewhat of a disadvantage, but then again he did not know if Zell had an equal disadvantage as well. Zell flourished and produced two pool cues, handing one that appeared more like a lava lamp than pool cue to Sean as he examined the thing with an almost morbid interest silver pools dancing over the design with a silent appraisal. Twirling the cue in his hand with a simple flick of the wrist, Sean let it settle on his palm and curled the fingers around the shaft before turning to Zell.

”Damn, this thing is nice.” He noted before then turning his attention to the game at hand, considering that they were supposed to be playing that. He could tell there was a certain mischevious grin about Zell, as if he were expecting to kick Sean's ass at this game, and to be truthful he would likely do so. Not that Sean wouldn't try to win, but then again he did not have too high of expectations as far as the whole game went.”Alright, I break I guess.' Positioning the cue, and leaning over ever so slightly, Sean would flick or however he remember the whole thing going, white ball cracking against the formation and causing the ceramic balls to scatter about the green fabric decorated table.

So far he seemed to be doing something right, so there was that much, but he was not sure how much right he was doing. ”I...guess its your turn or whatever.” Sean noted stepping back to give Zell his chance.

Shael took notice of the coloration that had crept along Matt's face, and the predatory part of him was only becoming more and more active from that small cue, like a shark smelling blood. His grin grew wider, and the male leaned in a little closer, with one eyebrow raised as if he knew what he was doing. ”Not doin much, standin and drinkin.” he noted taking a sip from his drink and then returning attention to Matt, as if not giving him the satisfaction of the male turning attention elsewhere, and Jordan was unsure what he would do as far as the whole thing was concerned. ”Perhaps enjoying the view.” he added partially using a line he had heard somewhere before, wondering if it would work, or if it would come off as awkward, or a joke. Either way, Shael was enjoying himself and the little Jordan was for the most part now feeling awkward.

Zell had no idea as to what was going on to be honest. Use the pool cue to bash the white sphere into the other sphere's and make a conscious effort to not call them balls as to avoid any undesired comments from Sean or quips about the perspective area. He managed to get the striped green sphere in the left corner pocket, the "Far" pocket even. Zell had no idea how this game was played, he wasn't even sure why he started talking trash when he knew nothing about the game. Then again it seemed like tonight was just the night to crush someone somehow. Billiards required a lot of geometry, so he figured intellectually he had the game down. Unfortunately that wasn't always the case because he wasn't aware of the other rules. Even after getting a shot in a pocket, he then backed away and let Sean go when he should have taken another shot. "Got one. Your turn." He said with a smile as he brought the cue up and rested it across his neck and dangled his arms over it like am old-fashioned water-pale carrier.

Yancey walked out to get a water for Silus, maneuvering through the crowds and en route to the fridge. He was soon finding himself seeing something Odd. He silently moved and manipulated the lighting into retrieving two waters form the fridge and sending them flying to his hands. He then looked to little Jordan and cleared his throat. "Uhm. J-Jordan. Can you help "Zell" and I take the equipment down?" He requested as he motioned back to the living room with his head, only thinking that he was helping matters. Sadly he was not.

Yamm just kept himself back as much as possible and it felt lie a horror movie. Not that it was terrifying or horrible, but it was certainly some form of scary to him. The division between the human and the Dragon was as large as the grand canyon, yet somehow he would have to climb out on one side or the other. By time he had decided however it would likely not be waited for or liked even when the conclusion was reached. He heard Yancey call Jordan off, though he knew the motive of the young wolf's heart were pure., he couldn't help but hate Yancey to some extent, because that just put the human at a disadvantage against this Ethereal. He let out a sigh and cleared his throat as Yancey tried to pull at the little Jordan. "The view? Uhm... I didn't know there was a view. What uh..Help me out here." He said as he looked around for something that would be note-worthy to distract Shael.

Alright, so Zell got one of the ball things to go into one of the pockets or whatever it was they were called. So that was one point for him, or however that thing worked, Sean just kinda went with it really at this point to avoid seeming like he knew nothing about the game. So taking up his position, he would angle the thing, and with a flick send the white ball careening once again into what he thought looked like a choice place to go for, and it seemed that he was not wrong in that regards as a few would go moving out, hitting others and seemingly hitting one of them into one of the pockets. While he had seemingly done something right, he felt as if that were not the case, and covertly looked to Zell to see as if he had done something wrong. ”Look at that, I got one too.” Sean said with a small smirk returning to holding his pool cue and looking to Zell as if letting him take his turn, even though it was likely his turn, despite it likely still having to be Zell's turn. So it seemed that neither knew what they were doing really, so how one would know when the other won would be confusing.

Shael could not help but grin even wider, much like a wolf almost as yancey drew the attention of Jordan and drew him from the situation. Another obstacle out of his way, and so the predator would begin to draw in on the prey. With his adorable ignorance working against him in this situation, Jordan would go to follow after Yancey to the other room, and leave the two alone likely much to the dragons annoyance, or anger, Shael could not quite tell. Jordan looked to Yamm with a shrug. ”Sorry, Yancey and Zell need my help too.” he apologized before following after the tan male, and leaving the two alone.

”Oh, does that mean we're alone?” Shael noted looking to the male leaving, and then back to Matt with a raised brow. The shifter sniffed the air a couple of times, and leaned forward to close the distance and little more, pressing a palm against the edge of the counter and finding his face only a good foot from the dragons. ”Yeah, there is one.” While he could have played this game for hours upon hours on end, Shael was not known for being coy, felt more like other members of his family and so he would drop these pretenses and go for the damn gold. So he did the thing he was trying for, mostly ever since understanding the weird feelings that Fera had to explain in detail once, and he kissed Yamm.

Zell was relieved that he must be playing the game right sine Sean aptly replicated his actions. There was literally one rule Zell knew about this game the more he thought on it. The black ball goes in last. "Yup. Just remember Black goes in last." He said to Sean. Truth be told he said it in a manner as if he were doing Sean a favor, but it was actually his over-compensation for the fact he was as clueless as his dragon-child Jordan. He chuckled a little as he maeaured out with his mind and with the firm tap the white sphere went out and snapped into a striped orange, which propelled itself into a solid purple. Zell smirked as the solid purple sphere then went into the far pocket. Zell looked up to Sean with a smile. "I knew how you couldn't stand them being so close, figured I'd help you out." He said making a reference to Sean's dislike of the colors orange and purple being so close.

Yancey took little Jordan up to the older Silus who sat there and guzzled down his water like it were "going out of style" so to speak. Yancey took smaller but more frequant sips of the clear liquid as Silus finished and looked to little Jordan. "Hey, Whazzup Jordan?" Silus asked with a smile, slightly nervous that there woul be critical feedback. Granted the kid's happy aura seemed to lessen the expectation, but Silus was a hypercritical of himself and his own arts, so any other outside input was also taken with the heaviest of gravity. "He's gonna help us pack up some of this. Since Yamm and his new "friend" are in the kitchen." Yancey said, the one word with some slight strain to it that conveyed a hidden truth or rather a "codeword" of sorts. Silus looked to Jordan and cocked his head to the side before pointing to the little black haired Jordan. "But I thought that Jordan was.... Yancey what did you do!?" He asked, his voice eventually picking up a little as the tan males face paled when he realized what he'd done. With a nervous chuckle he rubbed the back of his head and patted Jordan on the head. "N-pppffft. No nothing, nothing at all. I just uhm...gonna go get you another water. Yeeeeaah!" He said before bolting off with impressive speed towards the kitchen once more.

Well he wanted to deny it, but he knew this was coming. That's why he leaned backed himself up against the counter like he did. There were drawers with silverware, and with silverware. He was seemingly pinned down, until he decided that it would likely be best to just "play along" for the moment. He couldn't help but wonder though... Why is it, no matter where I go. My relationshps and potential relationships are interrupted by some form of Artemis tongue? As he played along he ended up pushing back on Shael and pinning him to the refridgerator and his hand came up. When he broke for a moment his hand had a knife at Shael's throat as a warning, though with someone like Shael he wasn't sure. Freaky kid might just consider this the perfect foreplay or some crazy shit. "What fun's a hunt if they don't fight back?" He said, though the tone was almost as conflicted as the person who spoke. "I've got a prior obligation soon and if that doesn't happen soon then...well...I guess this is just a Rain check, neh?" He said with a smirk and a wink, almost as if he were teasing Shael right back before fading out in s swirling black and blue mists shimmering around and smelling like an ocean breeze, Yancey stopped at the edge of the counter and blinked before looking around. "Where's Matt? I didn't know that you and him weren't...erm...you know." He said with a dismissive shake of the head.

While one would think that they were doing the actions right, Sean was under similar assumptions because he did the same thing that Zell was doing, considering that he was always under the false assumption that Zell knew what he was doing. Which also brought about the assumption that he was going to get his butt kicked at this game, not that he was too worried about who would win or lose, okay that might have been a slight lie. He did want to win, but not enough to get angry if he lost, so it was more of an unremarkable drive to win rather than a lack of one altogether, so he would be fine with whatever result that came along. ”Alright, black one goes in last. Gotcha.” Sean said with a nod and a smirk, as he would watch Zell take his move, sinking the solid purple and separating it from the orange one, either a happy coincidence or as Zell said a few seconds after doing so. Likely making fun of him for hating that color combo with a passion, something that Sean could not quite tell, but he wouldn't read too much into it. ”Well, how kind of you.” He chuckled, taking his turn and sending the striped orange into one of the pockets.

”Not much, Yancey here just wanted me to help you with somethin.” Jordan said looking to Yancey to be sure he wasn't wrong before looking back to Silus. The male would then elaborate on how he was helping, which showed he was indeed helping them in some way, which was a good thing on his part really. He did not really pick up on anything that happened next, expect perhaps for Yancey's face turning a few shades lighter for a second, raising a brow as if confused by that and just the whole thing entirely. He then found himself being patted on the head before Yancey ran away, leaving the two alone and Jordan looking to Silus. ”I...umm....what was that about?” He asked almost innocently ignorant about what was insinuated earlier.

Shael seemed to be doing something right, granted he was running off of many things, including booze, heat and half baked notions from internet things that Fera would have likely not approved of. Yet it seemed he was not, as when the moment broke, he felt cold steel against his throat, pausing for a moment and looking down to see something pressed against the flesh and looking to him with a raised brow, wondering if threats were part of it. Because if that were the case, then humans had things wrong, and perhaps there should have been more stabbing involved, because at this moment he was confused. Then again maybe he wasn't intending to hurt him, since Matt should have known that a little knife would do nothing, so there was that, yet before Shael could reciprocate action, he left saying something about a rain check and left the male pressed against the fridge. He would have what he wanted eventually, if not now then soon, but he could wait. ”I dunno, one minutes were doin stuff and then poof.” he said, making a small motion of his hands when saying poof then looking to Yancey. ””So....um....does Zell still need help?

Zell wasn't entirely sure what exactly he was supposed to be doing, he just sopped and looked to Sean with a knowing smirk. "You have no idea what you're doing do you?" He asked as he crossed his arms, having set his cue aside to the wall. Zell smirked and shook his head. "It's okay, I don't either. I mean, are we supposed to just knock all the balls into the holes or are we like...supposed to pick which one we are?" Zell smiled as he shook his head laughing. It seemed trivial and most people would probably think Zell was retarded for it but...it was moments like this that made his marriage legitimately worth it to him. Simple, stupid moments where neither of them had any clue what the fuck they were doing, but somehow managing to make it work. That described their relationship entirely mind you. Zell walked over and wrapped Sean into a hug as he noticed Silus and Jordan talking while Yancey returned with Shael. Yancey had a dopey smile on his face like always, Silus was smiling with Jordan and Shael was apparently under some form of mental curiosity. Everything was as it should be. This is what he fought for right? It was how it was supposed to be...

   "I uh...not sure. You wanna help me take some things down? Wanna try your hand at the guitar?" Silus asked, partially as a joke as he extended the guitar out to offer his "brother" a chance at the instrument. Meanwhile Yancey was in the kitchen as he looked to Shael with a smirk, amused at the situation. Yancey saw it as a way to tease his friend if nothing else. "Doing stuff? I'd ask what kind of stuff but from how you smell it sounds kinda bad." Yancey said as he sighed and shrugged. "The best catches keep you chasing." He chuckled as he turned away and started back towards the living room. "Come hang with us for a little bit, if you don't chill down ya might hurt your hand." Yancey remarked as he turned into the living room.